What is this?Numbers in your pocketI remember when youUsed to throw those things awayWhy do you wanna keep in touch now?Who gave you a reason?To act so shadyBaby you knowYou can call me anytimeAnything you needed I would give it to youOoh, that's
So hot, hotIt's the S the L the I the MLet me tell you what I want to doLet me show you that I'm feelin' youwant to sex, want to ride with youwant to taste, want to put my lips all over youCan't get enough of youAlways taken of youSo sweet, so very
Subtle movementsThe subtle movements of her eyes said it allMade my thoughts wonder of, couldn’t get enoughThe perfume of this girls, in front of me, is killin’ meThis soultrip rolls along this roadStraight into the unknown is where I wanna
California love![Chorus]California, knows how to partyCalifornia, knows how to partyIn the city of L.A.In the city of good ol' WattsIn the city, the city of ComptonWe keep it rockin! We keep it rockin![Dr. Dre]Now let me welcome everybody to the
I love youI love youYou are appreciatedWhen I was young me and my mama had beefSeventeen years old kicked out on the streetsThough back at the time, I never thought I'd see her faceAin't a woman alive that could take my mama's placeSuspended from
I shoulda seen you was trouble right from the startTaught me so many lessonsHow not to mess with broken hearts, so many questionsWhen this began we was the perfect match, perhapsWe had some problems but we workin at it, and nowThe arguments are
A coward dies a thousand deathsA soldier dies but onceThey say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistolsPlotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore they get youPicturing pitiful punk niggas copping pleasPuffin weed as I position myself to clock
I wonder if Heaven got a ghettoI wonder if Heaven got a ghettoI wonder if Heaven got a ghettoI wonder if Heaven got a ghettoI was raised, the little young nigga doin' bad shitTalk much shit, 'cause I never had shitI could remember being whupped in
Damn, another funeral, another motherfuckerLord knows\tLord knows\tLord knows\tI smoke a blunt to take the pain outAnd if I wasn't high, I'd probably try to blow my brains outI'm hopeless, they shoulda killed me as a babyAnd now they got me trapped
It's just me against the worldOoh, oohNothin' to lose,It's just me against the world babyOh, ah ahI got nothin' to loseIt's just me against the worldOh-hahhhStuck in the gameMe against the world baby Can you picture my prophecy?Stress in the city,
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